"I can't believe he's still alive. Andrew really has nine lives!"

Inside Sovereign's Apothecary, Theon's voice thundered through the room, his frustration evident.

Seated with him were Titus, the current head of the organization, and Brielle, who had long been sidelined.

Brielle glanced at Theon coldly, her silence sharp enough to cut through the air.

Theon frowned. "Madam Baxter, did something I say offend you?"

Brielle's tone was calm but detached. "What you say has nothing to do with me."

Theon sneered. "If it has nothing to do with you, then why are you staring at me? Don't tell me you're upset because I mentioned Andrew. If that's the case, I'll gladly apologize."

Brielle's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Orben, I never realized you were sick. And it seems you're not getting better anytime soon."

Before things could escalate, Titus slammed his palm on the table. "Enough. Both of you. It is indeed unexpected that someone as powerful as a Martial Emperor couldn't take that brat